Teen-Age Spider-Girl Part 1

Josephina Johnson was an average High School student. She was one of the unnoticed kids with an knack for staying in the shadows. But that's all about to change her Senior Year when she finds herself with unnatural powers like sticking to walls and shooting webs. Can she manage to keep her status as the quiet girl, but get the boy of her dreams to take her to Homecoming, all while battling a chain of bank robberies led by someone she may or may not know? Join Josephina and her friends in their quest to find answers.

9. Police Scanner

Have you ever wondered what crazy is? I mean, really wondered what someone who’s crazy looks like? Well, at lunch the next day, Tyler came up to our table and plopped down a great big hunk of metal that looked somewhat like a radio.

“What is that?” I asked. “Do I wanna know?”

“It’s a police scanner.”

“Where on earth did you get a police scanner?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” I gave him a skeptical look. “Just kidding, I bought it from a guy in my neighborhood. Perfectly legal--he’s a cop. It doesn’t work right now, but I’m gonna fix it up. This way, you’ll know when there’s a crime going on.”

“How am I gonna get there?” I asked, partly hoping he’d be stumped, partly hoping he’d have a real answer for me. Because, if I’m going to be honest, I was starting to see myself doing the things my friends were training me to do… but only slightly.

“Webs,” Kyle said, as he came and sat down by us. “You know that book I read? Apparently some spiders actually swing on their webs to get from place to place. Usually between tree branches.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, there aren’t many trees in the city,” I said.

“You don’t need trees when you have skyscrapers! You can like, swing on buildings and stuff,” Kyle said. “It’s the same concept, but bigger.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“You also didn’t know about climbing up walls,” Tyler said.

“Yeah, and I bet you never thought you’d beat up ten guys and save a citizen in twelve seconds flat,” Kyle added.

“But they were cardboard, and Nerf darts don’t exactly move as fast or hurt as bad as real metal bullets,” I countered.

“Again, same concept, only bigger.”

I thought about it for a while. Surprisingly, it made sense to me. I pictured myself easily getting to places, swinging high above all traffic. That could really come in handy when I was in a hurry.